The Mooface (a horror story)

Chapter Two

HOLLAND'S POINT OF VIEW

I slowly twist my head and squint at Emma. My eyebrows furrowed in thought, almost so much that I swear they were touching. I frantically go through my brain searching for where I have heard Mooface before. Mooface... Mooface... I've heard of that before. Was it the old lady at the grocery store? Probably not. Maybe its just my imagination. I sigh and decide to let it go for now.

"Alrighty Em. Time to go back to sleep." I tell her with a voice that you use when talking to young children.

Instead of answering she widens her eyes in one quick motion , which makes it look like her mocha colored eyes were dark pits that became bigger, and bigger until they ultimately explode. But of course that explosion never came. Emma then let out a quiet half sigh/half yawn and turned over.

I tip-toed back to my room trying not to startle Em, trying to avoid all of the creaky floor boards. We then both fell into a deep, dreamless, soundless sleep.

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I woke up first this morning, feeling refreshed and like I want to do something productive today. I sit right up and walk into the bath room to take a shower. I first turn on the shower. The knob is ice cold, like it hasn't been used in years. I turn it on and it groans awake. The sudden burst of cold, forces goose bumps to drown my golden tanned skin. Time goes by and it still hasn't turned on. A barely audible yawn crawls out from my throat.

I wait patiently for it to turn on, highly anticipating the hot water to come out of the shower head. But when it comes... it wasn't water. I stare in terror as cold, thick blood showers down like a rain storm, right in front of my eyes. The whole room got filled up with a metallic and stale aroma. My tongue is desert dry.

I think I'm going to be sick. A scream settles its way in to my mouth, but instead an involuntary screech squeaks it way out. How is that possible? I think to myself. I reach out and go to turn off the shower. I turn the silver knob off and it creaks again but louder this time. In a matter of seconds my whole entire right arm was drenched in cool, crimson liquid. It slowly turned itself off and the last drops of red plasma slithered down the drain.

I walk out of the bathroom, still in shock. I'm very grateful to be away from that horrid stench. I lightly skip down the hall, keeping my right arm far away from the rest of me, and walk in to Emma's lavender-colored room and look at her debating whether to wake her up or not. I look at her, tiny freckles dance from her left cheek, to her nose, to her right cheek, her semi tan skin acting as a canvas. Em's long jet black eyelashes shade her face and make her look very peaceful.

I finally decide to wake her up after about two minutes of awkwardly standing there, like a total creep. I crouch down right next to the bed and playfully pinch her shoulder.

"Em!" I whisper yell in to her ear. I keep repeating that getting a little louder each time. On the fifth 'Em!' her eyes flutter open.

"Hey Hol, why did you wake me?" she asks, the 'Why did you' sounding like 'whydya'. She yawns and sits up, slower than molasses.

"Um, Emma you might want to get up and see what happened. Like right now." I say, half discouraged on what to say about the incident that just happened.

"Okay..." Em sounds like someone just died. I lead us to the bathroom where the metallic smell still lingered. Emma gagged and said, "Ugh... Who died in here!"

"Might want to see for yourself." I tell her, motioning to the still bloody shower. She lets out a shocked gasp and presses her left hand on her neck as if she was going to throw up.

"Blah! I don't want to know! I'm just going to leave this room before I puke all over you!" Emma makes a contorted and disgusted face. Then she storms out. Once she leaves the bathroom she's doubled over and is breathing heavily, trying to catch some less toxic oxygen.

I almost giggle at her facial expression. But this is defiantly no time for giggling.

"Woah Hol, that's some serious, bloody stuff back there." Emma says, still heaving.

"Yeah." I gulp, "I was going to take a morning shower and when it came on blood started to dispense out of the shower like a stabbed body. A quite literal bloodbath or should I say blood shower." I rub my temples, pretending to erase the nightmare fueling experience.

All Em can do is sit there and stare in awe, eyelids constantly blinking like a fluttering butterfly in spring.

"Okay I'm going to take a walk" I interrupt our unannounced Quiet Game. I pull on a night colored sweatshirt over what I wore to sleep.

"Okay, Holland. Don't go to far. Bye!" she says as I make my way to the door. Instead of answering her I give her a weak excuse of a wave. I now realize how much I leave places without giving a proper goodbye.

I open the door and the leaves are falling like crazy. The cool late October air slips down my back and in to my lungs, forcing me to shiver. It was defiantly a day that screamed autumn. Ugh I wish it was summer again. I think as I walk along some trees.

The apartment was right in front of some woods so I go to the back and take a peaceful tour in the greenery. The clouds are a gray, mushy color that oddly reminded me of my grandmothers hair. I shove my hands, that were getting quite cold, in to my sweatshirt pockets. I look down at my flimsy, Maroon pajama pants and polka dot pattern socks. I was not properly prepared to take a walk through a forest. Whatever it will have to do for now I guess...

I look around the trees and I realize how different Delaware is compared to where I grew up, in the city of Chicago. I see a flock of turkeys in he distance, I have never seen them this close before. Its weird how such a wide array of wildlife can be packed in to one place. I'm befuddled, it's just so interesting. That is the main reason why I majored in animal science. Back in Chicago I lived in a house that didn't even have a patch of land with grass on it.

After approximately twenty minutes I decide to head back in. That walk most defiantly calmed my nerves. But then I realize that I don't know how I'm going to get back.

I'm lost.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Yay! New update! I would just like to say that everything in here comes from my imagination! *insert spongebob gif*

It'll get better soon, I promise.

DFTBA

-Drew :)